Today a whirlwind of emotions over powered me and allowed me to reconnect with what is really important in my life. Kayla came by with the boys, Recker is now 6 and a half years old. He is non-verbal but I believe he knows exactly what we are talking about, he has emotions and feelings. He came in and hugged me, I said “I love you” and in his own way he showed me he loves me too. Then little Ezra hugged and kissed me. I said “I love you” he replied “I l@#$% you” interpreted it says “I love you too” he now says Bon Bon, Papa, all the families names, mom and dad he will also repeat anything we ask him to…..he is trying so hard. I took them all to lunch enjoying every moment I had with them. Kayla is 9 months pregnant, she will be giving birth to her 3rd son our 4th grandson. Ezra is so cute he smiles and laughs at everything and everyone. On his hand he had a happy face and a sad face drawn I asked him what they were he said “Happy” and smiled really big with his huge cheeks I wanted to squeeze. Then he pointed to the sad face and said “Sad” and quickly showed me his sad face. “Very good Ezra, which emotion do you feel now?” “I happy” I left them feeling blessed with these special boys Heavenly Father has entrusted our family with. I say sincere prayers daily asking the Lord to help me know as a grandmother how I can better understand how to love them and help them.
When I arrived home Blake was getting Weslie out of his car, happy thoughts rushed through my body. I hoped I could spend some time with both of them. I of course immediately grabbed Weslie, she is absolutely beautiful. When Blake let to go get food for he and Chloe who would soon be arriving I took Weslie in my arms and sang her a song I used to sing to Recker when he was her age.
I love you Weslie,
Oh yes I do.
I love you Weslie
Oh yes I do
When you’re not near me I’m blue
Oh Weslie I love you.
I walked and rocker her for several minutes singing over and over the same words, when she finally fell asleep on my chest I laid down with her on the sofa. Examining every inch of the miracle straight from Heaven. Her eyelashes perfectly shaped, long and lush. I could feel her heart beat on my mine the smell of her skin angelic. An enormous amount of pride rushed through my body thinking about Blake, Chloe and Weslie they are a cute family. Watching Chloe mothering little Weslie is so refreshing I love her as a daughter, I consider her my daughter. Watching Blake being so involved as a father warmed my heart. Tears fell from my eyes, I have so many blessing to be grateful for. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. I was in awe.
I’ve wanted to transition the toy room we have upstairs to the downstairs room—this is a huge undertaking for me. Still recovering from my last surgery has been slower but I really want to get this change done. I began by going through all the pictures and separating them out. In the mess I found several letters from my mother. Now that she has passed on those letters are read by me in a different context. I believe she and I were trying to resolve a difficult situation however, seeing it from different perspectives was difficult for both of us. I feel good about the way I handled the delicate situation, just reading these old letters dredged up some old emotions I was not prepared for. I quit reading the letters realizing she is gone now and there is nothing I can do to bring her back. Heavenly Father is in charge and he will deal with this perfectly I have no doubt when it’s my time to leave this earth the Lord will have this taken care of, take me in his arms and say I love you.
I rummaged through some letters from Blakes mission, he always has a way of putting me back in the right frame of mind. He really was a great missionary. Then I found a book Kaitlyn wrote about her brother she couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old. She illustrated the book with her and Blake on bike rides going to the Library and then to water and ice…the illustration showed them bicycling and her yelling out to him “Hey wait up” Her sincere love for her brother came out when she said how much she loved him over and over, and also how grateful she was to have such a ‘cool’ big brother. My heart was again swelled to capacity, I was never the ‘perfect’ mom but my children turned out perfectly beautiful to me.
To end my night tonight I read a talk given by a religious leader Elder Neal A. Maxwell–the title of his talk was Enduring Well. I came to the conclusion it is impossible for me to completely understand. Because I believe there is an Atonement of Christ it makes it easier to comprehend why suffering and trials are about trusting in God to keep his promises.
I have been stretched at times in my life to the point of doubting my Faith and Hope in difficult times.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh wisely cautioned: “I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning. understanding, patience, love, openness, and the willingness to remain vulnerable.”